Just be yourself

Waiting for the....Coming Dawn....

2008-10-19T23:50:00.001+01:00

I ....Clean the Traces....

2008-10-19T23:49:00.001+01:00

Looking Foward Looking Back....I Keep on Waiting....

2008-10-19T23:47:00.001+01:00

From Inside....

2008-10-19T23:45:00.001+01:00

New colouring Horizon....

2008-10-19T23:42:00.002+01:00

Welcome the Still....

2008-10-19T23:40:00.001+01:00

Whispers....

2008-10-19T23:39:00.002+01:00

Bear the cross....

2008-10-19T23:36:00.001+01:00

Away....

2008-10-19T23:35:00.001+01:00

I Will Wait....Until i Find You

2008-09-30T14:21:00.008+01:00

In the silence of the night
i can almost hear your footsteps
echoing in the desert street
guided by an invisible force
i keep on moving

Apparently to those watching
on an aimless quest
but they are mistaken
my apparent lack of destiny
only a trick to elude those
dark souls that keep haunting me
that keep me enslaved in an unbreakable bond

But in my heart i know the reason
your presence i can almost feel
your light will be the tool that i will need to
break free from this invisible prison

Your gentle touch will be able to set me free
Your presence will keep me safe
those dark souls....they....
they will finally be cast to oblivion
and every time that i will enunciate your name
the world will stand still
and only You and i will be able to walk away
away from our pasts running like free spirits
to the bright future that until now has been denied
to the both of us

The world will not end tomorrow....and each day
we will make our own.

Lost_soul

I dont know who she is....

2008-09-30T14:15:00.001+01:00

Everything looks blurred to me
My clouded mind puzzles me
Mentally racked,
So many questions and so little truth

I didnt see beyond
But I returned with only one certainty

I shall stay here till the end
Its so hard to slip away, the dice are cast

Im part of the future
But my role has already been written
I neither know the rules
Nor the one who leads the play

Few answers, but only one reality
My dreams are stormy what perverse illusions !

Damned forever what a sensitive situation !
Then like a cry piercing the night
Her face reappears before me
I dont know who she is !
But shes the only one who can tell me
What the future has in store for me

So many questions and so little truth
So few answers, but only one reality

Maybe its luck,
Ive to find her.

Is it possible to be….

2008-08-25T23:25:00.001+01:00

Missing someone I never knew?
Missing the sound of the name I never heard?
Missing the sun touching the face I never saw?
Missing the laughter I never shared?
Missing even all those tears I were unable to stop from falling?
Missing the scent of your perfume in the air?
Missing your gentle touch on my skin?
Missing your light footsteps behind me?
Missing your presence near me?

In My World it is....but soon I WILL FIND YOU....

Still Waiting for the A......

2008-07-19T14:04:00.000+01:00

I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind

Still....In Love with the Darkness....

2008-07-19T14:03:00.001+01:00

No more tears
I'm out of fears
I'm out of pain
I'm out in the rain

It will gently wash away
The light of the day

I'm in love with the darkness of the night
I'm in love with all that's out of sight
I'm in love with the magic of the new
And the darkness loves me, too

Finally
It covers me
It makes me taste
It's sure embrace

It will gently take away
The sorrows of the day

Come out, come out wherever you are
Don't hide, don't hide near or far
Don't hide

Still Waiting for the White Snow to Melt....

2008-07-19T14:02:00.001+01:00

In the Garden of Grief....

2008-07-19T14:01:00.001+01:00

No More....

2008-07-19T14:00:00.001+01:00

Your mind is your first Enemy....

2008-07-19T13:59:00.001+01:00

Broken....

2008-07-19T13:58:00.007+01:00

Every memory
Every angry thought of you
Makes me certain
What you took away from me

Every moment
Every happy thought you stole
I've not forgotten
What you did to me

Every harsh word
Every cruel trick that you played
Makes me wonder
What I'll do to you

Cause by breaking me
You have made a stronger person
You will see!

Today is the day to take a hold
This is the truth that I have found
For those who tore my life apart
Are gonna find what comes around

Every dark day
Every painful second spent
Made me discover
What to do for me

Cause by breaking me
You have made a stronger person
You will see!

Today is the day to take a hold
This is the truth that I have found
For those who tore my life apart
Are gonna find what comes around

Diamonds only shine when held in the light
You could never treasure me
Now I've made my choice

Every small step
Every link I have to break
Leads me further
Away from you

Today is the day to take a hold
This is the truth that I have found
For those who tore my life apart
Are gonna find what comes around

We are....Not Alone....

2008-07-08T01:55:00.003+01:00

But....Remember....

2008-07-08T01:52:00.001+01:00

Scars....we all have them....

2008-07-08T01:50:00.002+01:00

Try....

2008-07-08T01:49:00.005+01:00

Try a thing you haven't done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not.

By Virgil Thomson

Leisure....

2008-07-08T01:49:00.001+01:00

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By William Henry Davies

Phantom Agony.... Being Lost Between Darkness and Light...

2008-07-03T00:25:00.006+01:00

[I. Impasse of Thoughts]

I can't see you, I can't hear you
Do you still exist?

I can't feel you, I can't touch you,
Do you exist?

The Phantom Agony

I can't taste you, I can't think of you,
Do we exist at all?

[II. Between hope and despair]

The future doesn't pass
And the past won't overtake the present
All that remains is an obsolete illusion

We are afraid of all the things that could not be
A phantom agony

Do we dream at night
Or do we share the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams

Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We're all sadists

The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away

What's the point of life
And what's the meaning if we all die in the end?
Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?

Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We're all pessimists

Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony

[III. Nevermore]

The lucidity of my mind has been revealed in new dreams
I am able to travel where my heart goes
In search of self-realization

This is the way to escape from our agitation
And develop ourselves
Use your illusion and enter my dream...

Heaven's A Lie....

2008-07-03T00:20:00.001+01:00

Lost Inside....

2008-06-24T10:30:00.001+01:00

Silence Tells More....

2008-06-09T13:00:00.001+01:00

Not This Time....

2008-06-01T00:30:00.001+01:00

You know I put my faith in you
(I gave it all to you)
There's nothing left for me to prove
(There's nothing left for me)

And I won't be there when you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time
Where you stumble's where you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time

So I push myself away
(I draw away from you)
Sadness left here in my veins
(Sadness left for me)

And I won't be there when you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time
Where you stumble's where you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time

And I bled for you
(I bled for you)
This heart has tried
(This heart has tried)
The damage you do is what you never realize

And I won't be there when you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time
Where you stumble's where you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time

And I won't be there when you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time
Where you stumble's where you fall
And I won't care at all
Not this time, not this time
Not this time, not this time

Angels Take A Soul....

2008-05-26T23:58:00.002+01:00

For this life
I think she knows
There's nothing left to show
Lose your faith
In a world
And the seeds can't be resown
Curtains drawn
She looks behind
No magic left to find
The truth you're not
supposed to know
Her eyes saw long ago

Walk the wire
We walk the wire

With all I am
I stand alone
In fields that I have grown
But if there's
nothing left to hold
Let the angels take a soul

I'm sick of it all
I don't care
I'm blissfully aware
Old too fast and smart too slow
From dust to dust we go

Walk the wire
We walk the wire

With all I am
I stand alone
In fields that I have grown
But if there's
nothing left to hold
Let the angels take a soul
Sick I am
Of fighting alone
The blood I taste, my own
So if there's
nothing left to hold
Let the angels take a soul
The angels take a soul

With all I am
I stand alone
In fields that I have grown
But if there's
nothing left to hold
Let the angels take a soul
Sick I am
Of fighting alone
The blood I taste, my own
So if there's
nothing left to hold
Let the angels take a soul
The angels take a soul

Whole Again....

2008-05-14T15:44:00.001+01:00

Find my Strength in the Solar wake....

2008-04-23T14:00:00.002+01:00

Cain....

2008-04-18T18:15:00.001+01:00

Bitter Sweet....

2008-04-18T18:10:00.001+01:00

Inner Sanctum....

2008-03-31T11:00:00.004+01:00

The night perpetuates the shadows
still present in my soul
as a sentinel they guard
they protect,keeping at bay
those ill intentioned
those angels of doom
that try but without sucess
to enter the inner sanctum

All those light entities
those beacons of hope
they dare not to approach
the apparent darkness
that surronds so guarded place
afraid to be consumed by it

And so as the cicle repeats itself
and the night returns
i wait....
patiently
for that special being
who through intuition
will have the necessary courage
to realize that the shadows,just illusions
are there just to discourage the weak

I wait patiently
for the one who without knowing
holds inside the key to unlock
this fortress of mine
setting my soul free

Allowing in that way
all the beauty inside to come to life
allowing the shadows to mutate
in a sizzling,bright,blinding light
capable by itself to obfuscate the sun

In that moment in time
my quest will be complete
my destiny fulfilled
my soul free at last
because i´ve found you.

Lost_soul

FUCK THEM ALL....

2008-03-28T13:45:00.001Z

Those that in the name of peace wage war....

Those that dont try to give a helping hand....

Those that make us feel helpless....

Forcing us in the abbys....

But never affraid....

Of those that rule by fear....

And opression....

Making us unhuman....

Forcing us from home....

Fighting for our loved ones....

Sometimes burying them....

Unable to stand....

For our dignity....

For our broken dreams....

Leaving us with external and internal scars....

Sometimes the Bravest among us are forced to the ultimate sacrifice....

So FUCK THEM ALL....

Wherever you are....i will find you....

2008-03-24T13:55:00.001Z

I believe that this game is far from over
Your eyes, everchanging
Shred my beliefs
Elusive as air, your million faces
Share a smile, shed a tear
Then you’re hiding again
Wherever you are, I’ll find you
And leave my life behind
Wherever you are, I’ll find you
I’m leaving now
Every moment of faith
Flows unattended
Pressing thoughts so misleading
Into my head
Come out of the dark
Don’t keep me waiting
For the pain is too deep...
Hear me! Come out! Free me!

Deceiver....

2008-03-24T13:40:00.004Z

For long
I have been hiding
And all the pain I hold within
Sends shivers down my spine
For long
I have been waiting
For a reason to arise
Was it all a waste of time?
I am not who you think I am,
Soon I’ll be letting you down
I am not who you think I am
I’m everywhere
You think I have been lying,
There are secrets
That lie frozen in my silent stare
If you go through my fears
You will see I’ve lost control
All the faith I had is gone
Step back,
Watch me closely
As my crimson wings unfold
You’ll see me as I am
I know, it won’t be easy
But in the end you’ll understand
My instinctive need to fly

Smoke and Mirrors....

2008-03-11T12:20:00.001Z

Leandra....

2008-03-11T12:15:00.001Z

Scream Silence

2008-03-11T12:10:00.001Z

What life means....

2008-02-28T00:45:00.001Z

What life means....it has no meaning
It is senseless and at the same time very profound
Sometimes it keeps you up with the clouds and
sometimes you are down in the ground in a grave
Life throws problems on you on purpose to make
you lose your sense of living.
The sense of being a human loses your mind
Empty space gathering inside where once your soul dwelled
The life is being driven out of your body like the seconds
of the day you wait for until one day your seconds are up
and you are out of this world
The time drives your mind, your mind drives your emotions,
your emotions drive your soul.
When the time comes near, when the days draw near,
life calms down and lets you breathe your last few breaths.
No regrets should be with you at that point
Waiting for you is the hardest test that God has put upon me
If my love is so, we will be together one day
and then no one will be able to break us apart....ever
These times without you near me will be hard,
but I'll pray to God each and everyday to make things right
what once went wrong -

Because you have my soul...

Author--Asif Kabani

Black Rose....

2008-02-28T00:40:00.001Z

Gothic Vision....any vision...Just open your eyes and see....

2008-02-28T00:30:00.001Z

There´s no Tomorrow....each day i make my own....

2008-02-20T08:35:00.001Z

Dead Can Dance -The Host Of Seraphim

2008-02-18T14:30:00.007Z

I wonder if....

2008-02-11T12:00:00.000Z

As the night spreads its grasp
gently pushing the sunlight away
the massive globe of light
that is the sun gives way to
a veil of tiny, blinking specks of dust
A reminder of humanity tears
that have been shed all over the years,

I stare at them and feel small
in the presence of such beauty
alone in the company of so many
feeling the sounds of laughter
feeling the murmurs of pain,
echoing around me,

Wandering if those are not my laughs,
my cry’s of pain that i am hearing,
carried from times long ago
trough those tiny specks of dust
and from that thought i achieve a great sense
of PEACE a sense of BELONGING....

Lost_soul

Sometimes i feel lost in the fog....

2008-01-29T23:10:00.000Z

Painting by Casper David Friedrich

Whoever you may be....

2008-01-26T21:45:00.000Z

Always facing your absence
With complete understanding
Always sensing the reason
That denies me your presence
Never for once regretting
The time spent, spent without you

Certain that when the time is right
Our paths will bring us together
Together once again
Because I have a strong feeling
A strong recollection
That these hands writing
These simple words
Have in another time, in another life
Touched your face, drying all your tears
That your smile I saw more times than
The stars present in the night sky

A promise i recall having made
A promise that not even time
Can keep me from fulfilling

A promise to keep you safe from all your fears
A promise to hold you close, so close
That only one heart will be heard

A promise to never let you go
A promise renewed each day
Until destiny realizes the impossibility
Of keeping us apart, finally realizing that we
Belong together,
Together for all eternity.

Lost_soul

Hold on to your smile....

2008-01-26T13:45:00.000Z

If you're smiling you had better freeze it,
because sooner or later
the devil's going to tease it.
He might just smack it clean off your face,
then put a frown in its place.
Have you walking around in a daze,
while you're trying to
find your way out of his maze.

While you're being mesmerized,
he'll get you all hypnotized.
Then along comes the evil trance,
he'll even affect your love and romance.
Nothing will work out right,
as long as his evil is in your sight.

Welcome to the walking dead,
you'll no longer own your own head.
But you'll feel inflated and superior,
your true reflection won't show up in the mirror,
everyone else will seem inferior.
Others will be smiling and having fun,
you'll be minus none.

OnepoetGem

Angels falling down....

2008-01-25T01:20:00.000Z

My patience for people....

2008-01-25T01:00:00.000Z

"They make you wanna retreat into a hole
but i wont,NO"

Running....

2008-01-18T14:30:00.000Z

Running into the sunset
the stallion's eyes gleam
focused and determined
mane blowing in the wind
never looking back
he will not be tamed
he will kill to be free
death more welcome
than being conquered
or imprisoned.
Unable to be subdued
by any man
steadfast he alone knows
with fierce pride
he is not running away but
running towards life,
towards love,
towards a new tomorrow.
Always the mender of souls
searching to mend his own...

Caryn M. Day-Suarez

White Shadow....

2008-01-15T13:25:00.000Z

Vivo a minha existencia nas escuras sombras
das minhas acções e crenças,trazidas a vida
pelas minhas esperanças e medos,as vezes nas
lagrimas das minhas desilusões,
desejando encontrar aquilo que se encontra para lá
de todas estas falsas aparências,
buscando tudo aquilo que é real.
Desesperadamente procurando por essa esquiva
Sombra Branca....

Lost_soul

White Shadow....

2008-01-15T13:20:00.000Z

I live my existence in the dark shadows
of my actions and beliefs,
brought to life by my hopes and fears
sometimes in the tears of my disillusions
hoping to find what is beyond all this
false appearances seeking all that is real,
Desperatly searching for that elusive
White Shadow....

Lost_soul

Count....

2008-01-09T13:40:00.000Z

Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by golden hours,
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
Count your years with smiles, not tears.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
Count your age by friends, not years.

Author Unknown

The photograph in this post is from Fernando Dinis
and is shown here with the author's consent.

Some quotes....

2008-01-08T13:30:00.000Z

It is not the mountain we conquer
but ourselves.

Sir Edmund Hillary

I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.

Colette, The Last of Cheri

Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.

Cynthia Nelms

Dont cry....

2008-01-07T13:50:00.000Z

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author unknown
Commonly attributed to several authors

Souls.....

2008-01-04T15:05:00.000Z

"We do not know our own souls, let alone
the souls of others."

Virginia Woolf

"We Are The Children Of The Atomic Age".....

2008-01-04T15:01:00.000Z

I.
For we are the children of the Atomic Age
Before our birth our genes were coded and spliced

Yet the earth, the earth, is beautiful

For fallout the wind brings that we cannot see
For nuclear power plants and missiles mapping our trails

Yet the earth is so beautiful

For the deception of powerful men we pay and pay
For their so strange illusion of boundless power

Yet the earth, the earth is so beautiful

for bald eagles and other endangered species
for the tragic magnificence of all the doomed

Yet the earth is beautiful everywhere

For people born today who will not live too long
For the medical profession which has no enduring cure

Yet the earth is beautiful still beautiful

For how we turn to flora and fauna for healing and love
for how those men's vision wins out over the earth

Yet the earth is still beautiful

How we dream again of her green vegetative hair
How they dream of an abstract ghostly heaven

Yet the earth, the earth, is beautiful

For our irradiated food and pesticide-drenched crops
For our vast indulgences that led to these disasters

Yet the earth is still beautiful

For foolish men's dreams of escaping to the stars
For their deadly machinery and all its effects

Yet the earth, the earth, is beautiful everywhere

for how the polar caps are really melting
for our prophecies of falling into the sea

Yet the earth, the earth and sea, are beautiful

For the thousands of species that have already died
For us who would like to survive---
For the earth / sea / sky are beautiful, so beautiful

II.

For how nature's subtle patterns resemble one another
How fireflies mirror the distant stars

And Hindu palaces look like children's sandcastles
And the sea contains butterfly patterned fish

For how black bats spread darkness with their caped wings
And light and shadow coruscate in a dance

For how shadows sew the living and dead together
And spirals connect us--fetuses, snails, corpses--
in the world's coiled womb

For how the willow's slender leaves drop like tears
And foxgloves, little delicate bells of dawn,
sway to the gong of the wind

For how mountains are molded like breasts
And cowparsnip umbels delicate as grandma's white lace

And coleuses might have been daubed by artists' brushes

For how bird of paradise have beaks sharp as feathered birds'
And hummingbirds, fishes, frogs and stars share in the
world's iridescent luminescence

And for how the trees' leaves are their mantle of hair
That they shed and grow, grow and shed and shed and grow again

And for how cat, zebra, raccoon and tiger lily
Are marked by the same winddriven eternal fingers

For how our eyes sparkle like jewels, illuminating darkness--
Brown for the earth, blue for the sky, green for the sea

And for how our bodies contain arteries of water
Like the earth its net of oceans, lakes and rivers--
Its profusion of life sustaining blood

For how the sun rises each morning on its own legs
And disappears each night into a mesh of crimson darkness

And for how the moon trails the sea after it
Like a bride a billowing wedding train

For how fresh snow is like froth of foam capped waves
And for the rainbow painting arches in the sky

And for how we are here today in the flesh
And for how soon there may be few left like us

For we--we are the children--of the Atomic Age

For all this and for the earth, the earth,
Which is beautiful, still beautiful everywhere we go

Copyright (c) Erika Horn 2003. All rights reserved.

Control....

2008-01-03T13:55:00.000Z

“The closest to being in control we will ever be is in that moment that we realize we're not.”

Brian Kessler

We Are All Adrift....

2008-01-02T15:00:00.001Z

We are all adrift
on a sea of confusion.
Unknowing of which way to go.
Unsure of the difference
in truth and illusion.
Or when to go fast
or move slow!
Unsure who to trust,
with things we are feeling.
Not knowing how much
we should share!
Afraid to relinquish
the whole of our heart!
Yet, longing to have
someone care!
We must stay afloat
on this sea of confusion,
though some days
we flounder, at best!
Our spirit is sodden.
Our heart feels deflated.
Our soul is not
up to the quest

June Kellum

If....

2008-01-02T14:50:00.000Z

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Change....

2008-01-02T14:35:00.000Z

Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis

Happy New Year....

2007-12-31T11:15:00.000Z

Time to address
a new year

… enter

deal with the project at hand
yet resolve not to dwell on past

never stop dreaming
even on the last exhale
and
find it in your heart
to forgive
then you will be forgiven in likeness
try
smile,
even when sad
this provokes the inner smile
to surface

take each day
as it’s dealt
and be thankful for the wealth
mother nature doles

now take a deeeeeeeeep
meditative breath
you’re alive … aren’t you?

Author Unknown

Paintings....

2007-12-27T14:30:00.000Z

John Everett Millais
Christmas Eve 1887

John Everett Millais
‘Blow, blow, thou winter wind’ 1892

This....

2007-12-27T14:25:00.000Z

This too will pass.

If you are feeling tired,lost,without hope
losing faith in your life remember that
This too will pass.

If you are feeling full of energy,full of hope
with all the faith in the world you must
remember that....yes...
This too will pass.

Native American Prayer....

2007-12-20T12:45:00.000Z

Oh Great Spirit,
Whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to the world,
Hear me!
I come to you as one of your many children.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
May I walk in beauty.
Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things that you have made,
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may know the things
That you have taught your children
The lessons that you have hidden in every leaf and
rock.
Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers,
But to be able to fight my greatest enemy: myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
so that when life fades as the faded sunset

My spirit will come to you without shame.

John Yellow Lark

The photograph in this post is from Fernando Dinis
and is shown here with the author's consent.

Prayer....

2007-12-20T12:35:00.000Z

O' GREAT SPIRIT
help me always
to speak the truth quietly,
to listen with an open mind
when others speak,
and to remember the peace
that may be found in silence.

Cherokee Prayer

The photograph in this post is from Fernando Dinis
and is shown here with the author's consent.

HUMANITY....

2007-12-18T13:47:00.002Z

NEEDS A WIND....A WIND OF CHANGE....

2007-12-18T13:47:00.001Z

Doubts....

2007-12-03T12:05:00.000Z

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.

William Shakespeare

Today....

2007-12-03T12:00:00.000Z

Today....

Today i don’t feel like writing
I have no idea to write about
No motive to do so
Today i simply don’t feel like doing anything,

But I now see
I have realized that despite
Not being motivated to write
Despite having no subject to write about
I just did

I wrote about my absence of motive
About my lack of inspiration
About my decision to do nothing

I’ve realized that even when I say no to something
I’ve said yes to a lot of other possibilities
I’ve realized that when I chose not going in that direction
I’ve said yes to all the others
I’ve realized that when I don’t feel like doing nothing
I’ve made a choice
I did something

Seems like we are unable to stop choosing
I just hope I’ve made the right choices….

Lost_soul

The photograph in this post is from Fernando Dinis
and is shown here with the author's consent.

Push the limits....if they are holding you back...push....

2007-11-26T16:06:00.000Z

Memories of a old tree....

2007-11-26T16:05:00.000Z

I am a tired old tree
Once small and fragile,
Now the same wind that gently
Touched my branches
Spreading the fragrance of my flowers
Far away, attracting all kind of insects
Puts my will to survive to a final test

But whenever I may fall
I know that even then I have some worth
Because I will be able to keep the cold away
On a winter night as my dry wood
Is set alight on the fireplace

But I have fond memories of my existence as a tree
As you should have of your life
Despite the end that is approaching I had a full existence

I saw too many sunrises as I did sunsets
Too many stars above me I saw
I haven’t count them all
You should try
And don’t be upset if you can’t count them all

They are there just for that reason to remind you
That something’s you can’t fully understand
Just accept their presence and guidance
As so many have done over the ages,

How I loved the laughter of children
Running around me without a care in the world
Pretending to be leaves hanging from my branches
Sometimes falling
But never resisting the urge to climb again
To experience something, to test themselves
Over and over again,

How I loved the birds chirping
Leaping from branch to branch
Making their nest in the security of my branches
Raising their young, teaching them to survive
In this increasingly dangerous world
Telling them to never but never give up
Despite the difficulties they might face
You should follow that same advice to the letter,

How I loved how fast the squirrels moved
Always alert always prepared to run to safety
Aware that the smallest noise could be the last
One they will ever hear,

How I loved the wise owl
That came every night to its favorite spot
Looking for food to feed its young and himself,
In that way keeping nature in balance,

How I loved the rain falling
Like tears from the gods above
Touching the earth with the sound
Of a thirsty soul searching for answers
Making the dust turn and twist
As if fairies were dancing,

How I loved the sun warming my leaves
After a cold night casting shadows where the tired rested,
Where lovers embraced and oaths of fidelity were spoken
Many in my bark their name wrote as if doing a tattoo

Years passed and some returned to stand beside
Those same letters and with smiles upon their faces
Fond memories recalled,
Others facing those carved letters now aged by time and the
Elements remember times long ago
Full of promises and weep
Facing the fact that life doesn’t always meet
Our expectations but is still worth living
Still worth fighting for,

This is my advice to you, the most important thing
You can do is keep resisting no matter the odds
Sometimes being stubborn is the correct thing to do
Do as I am doing facing the blowing wind and denying
To fall, I will fall but not now it will be on my own terms
When I fell ready.
And even then my presence will be felt….

Lost_soul

Sacred art....

2007-11-20T14:45:00.000Z

I only had to be cut once to know how to bleed
I know why we tend to love most those who know
How to leave

Take my hand and let me tell you
All but my love will soon be gone
And the exit wound will be quick and clean
So the sacred art of leaving passes on.

Billy Franks

It's all we can do....

2007-11-18T16:55:00.002Z

Are we blind?....Sometimes we just pretend to be....

2007-11-18T16:50:00.000Z

Are we blind ?
Too busy to see ?
Too insensible to feel ?

So many human beings in need,
So many human beings with problems,
So many human beings with nothing to eat,
And US wasting so much,
Eating until feeling sick from it,
Eating more than we need.

So many human beings with nothing to wear,
Nothing to keep the cold wind from beating,
Beating, harsh against unprotected skin,
And US only preoccupied that despite
A full wardrobe we must buy a new piece,

Something that will match perfectly with
Another one, a piece that is the new trend,
A trend imposed on us, a piece that has
To be of a certain brand so that we may belong,
Belong to that small group, instead of belonging
To that great group that is Humanity.

Are we not able to see,
That despite their actual situation,
Those human beings were once like us,
That they had a similar life, similar to the one
We now have but by a twist of fate, a trick of destiny
Sometimes with a helping hand, all they once had
Now gone,
All they valued above all else
Now worthless,
All they desperately needed
Now just a vague memory.

Now they only need a helping hand
A second chance,
Sometimes something so simple as a word of comfort,
A few minutes to talk,
To be listened,
To be able to let go, to drop the weight on their shoulders,
To look someone in the eyes again,
Without the fear of doing just that
The opportunity to gain a little respect back.

And what do WE do?
Is simple we just ignore them
Afraid that their problems could
by a simple magic trick
Be given to us.

But what makes me feel angry,
Disgusted is the fact that if one of those
Less fortunate human beings appears on a TV show,
Only with the untold, but still transparent intention
Of boosting the programs ratings,
And with tears in the eyes
Tells the audience their life story,
The reason behind their present predicament

In a moment the phone rings,
On the other side help will be offered
The person calling
Depicted before all those watching
As a true humanitarian,

But let’s not be naïve and ignore the fact
That if the person who is calling faced
The now grateful guest in the street
He would do everything he could
To appear to be unable to see it.

Are we blind?
Too busy to see?
Too insensible to feel ?

Lost_soul

Redemption....

2007-11-16T17:00:00.000Z

The song is in Arabic. Chemda wrote it in Hebrew, and had a cousin of hers translate it to Arabic. The song is about when Chemda was going through a very rough period in her life and the person she's singing to stood by her side through it all. The "Smah li" of the chorus translates to "forgive me".

This is all according to Chemda, from the C1 website.

Posted on YouTube comments by cubdetroit

Searching for an answer....

2007-11-14T14:27:00.000Z

Sometimes words confuse your minds
Sometimes the tears of life try to hide
Leaving memories behind
You wanna live your life with no more fears

In these days of lies and lies
They don't let me free
That's the price

IF YOU WANNA FEEL
AND YOU'RE SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER
IF YOU UNDERSTAND
HOW CAN YOU FADE THE PAST
IF YOU WANNA FEEL
AND YOU'RE SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER
NOW YOU UNDERSTAND
THAT TIME ALL PAIN HEALS

Need time to clear out your mind
Still everything looks so
So confuse
Trying to scape from all mistakes
And run away from all
The scars deep inside

It is....

2007-11-14T14:05:00.000Z

It is in silence where all sound is heard.
It is in stillness where all movement is felt.
It is by not looking that everything is seen.
It is in aloneness when we are accompanied by all that is.
It is in simplicity that all the complexities become clear.
It is from nothing that all things come.
It is by not walking any path that our destination is reached.
It is in Being that we are eternally reborn.
It is in looking at ourselves that the face of God is revealed.
It is through separation that we become whole.
It is in shadow that we become enlightened.

Tony Reis

Just sand....

2007-11-14T14:00:00.000Z

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, Remember the mayonnaise jar...and the coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "Yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions--things that if everything else were lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Author Unknown

See....with your heart...with your soul....

2007-11-14T13:58:00.000Z

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Author Unknown

Pictures....

2007-11-07T09:40:00.000Z

I draw a window
and a man sitting inside it.

I draw a bird in flight above the lintel.

That's my picture of thinking.

If I put a woman there instead
of the man, it's a picture of speaking.

If I draw a second bird
in the woman's lap, it’s ministering.

A third flying below her feet.
Now it's singing.

Or erase the birds
make ivy branching
around the woman's ankles, clinging
to her knees, and it becomes remembering.

You'll have to find your own
pictures, whoever you are,
whatever your need.

As for me, many small hands
issuing from a waterfall
means silence
mothered me.

The hours hung like fruit in night's tree
means when I close my eyes
and look inside me,

a thousand open eyes
span the moment of my waking.

Meanwhile, the clock
adding a grain to a grain
and not getting bigger,

subtracting a day from a day
and never having less, means the honey

lies awake all night
inside the honeycomb
wondering who its parents are.

And even my death isn't my death
unless it's the unfathomed brow
of a nameless face.

Even my name isn't my name
except the bees assemble

a table to grant a stranger
light and moment in a wilderness
of Who? Where?

by Li-Young Lee

Lágrimas ocultas....

2007-11-07T09:31:00.000Z

Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras
Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,
Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,
Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...

E a minha triste boca dolorida,
Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,
Esbate as linhas graves e severas
E cai num abandono de esquecida!

E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...
Toma a brandura plácida dum lago
O meu rosto de monja de marfim...

E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,
Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!
Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!

Florbela Espanca

Almas....

2007-11-07T09:25:00.000Z

Não sei quantas almas tenho.
Cada momento mudei.
Continuamente me estranho.
Nunca me vi nem achei.
De tanto ser, só tenho alma.
Quem tem alma não tem calma.
Quem vê é só o que vê,
Quem sente não é quem é,

Atento ao que sou e vejo,
Torno-me eles e não eu.
Cada meu sonho ou desejo
É do que nasce e não meu.
Sou minha própria paisagem,
Assisto à minha passagem,
Diverso, móbil e só,
Não sei sentir-me onde estou.

Por isso, alheio, vou lendo
Como páginas, meu ser.
O que segue não prevendo,
O que passou a esquecer.
Noto à margem do que li
O que julguei que senti.
Releio e digo: Fui eu?
Deus sabe, porque o escreveu.

Fernando Pessoa

Pessoa....

2007-11-07T09:20:00.000Z

Quando estou só reconheço
Se por momentos me esqueço
Que existo entre outros que são
Como eu sós, salvo que estão
Alheados desde o começo.

E se sinto quanto estou
Verdadeiramente só,
Sinto-me livre mas triste.
Vou livre para onde vou,
Mas onde vou nada existe.

Creio contudo que a vida
Devidamente entendida
É toda assim, toda assim.
Por isso passo por mim
Como por cousa esquecida.

Fernando Pessoa

Yes.... English can be difficult....

2007-11-05T15:12:00.002Z

We polish Polish furniture.

He could lead if he got the lead out.

A farm can produce produce.

The dump was so full, it had to refuse refuse.

The soldier decided to desert in the desert.

The present is a good time to present the present.

At the Army base, a bass was painted on a bass drum.

A dove dove into the bushes.

I didn’t object to the object.

The insurance for the invalid was invalid.

The bandage was wound around the wound.

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

The two were too close to the door to close it.

The buck does funny things when does are present.

They sent a sewer down to stitch a tear in the sewer line.

To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

After a number of Novocain injections, my lips got number.

I shed a tear over a tear in my shirt.

I had to subject the subject to a number of tests.

How can I intimate this to my most intimate friends?

I spent last evening evening out a pile of dirt.

Author Unknown

It Couldn’t Be Done....

2007-11-05T15:12:00.001Z

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "couldn’t be done," and you’ll do it.

Edgar Guest

Learning from Noah's Ark....

2007-11-05T15:12:00.000Z

Don't miss the boat

Don't forget we're all in the same boat.

Plan ahead—it wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.

Stay fit-when you're 600 years old someone might ask you to do something really big.

Don't listen to critics, just get on with what has to be done.

For safety's sake travel in pairs.

Two heads are better than one.

Build your future on high ground.

Speed isn't always an advantage, after all, the, snails were on the, same ark with the cheetahs.

When you are stressed, float a while.

Remember the ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic was built by professionals.

Remember that the woodpeckers inside are a larger threat than the storm outside.

Author Unknown

Enya - It's In The Rain....

2007-10-31T09:45:00.001Z

Let's Walk In The Rain....

2007-10-31T09:40:00.000Z

She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart.
She must have been 6 years old,
this beautiful red haired,freckle faced image
of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over
the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth
it has no time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there under the awning and just
inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited,
some patiently, others irritated because nature
messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall.
I get lost in the sound and sight of the heaven washing away
the dirt and dust of the world.

Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a
child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve
from the worries of my day.

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance
we were all caught in.

"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows
down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and
repeated:

"Mom,let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you
said this morning," the young girl said as she
tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we would run through the
rain and not get wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to
Daddy about his cancer, you said,
'If God can get us through this,
he can get us through anything!'"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you
couldn't hear anything but the rain.
We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few
minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about
what she would say. Now some would laugh it off
and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore
what was said.

But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life.
A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will
bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run
through the rain. If God let's us get wet,
well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling
and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes,
through the puddles. They held their shopping bags
over their heads just in case. They got soaked.

But they were followed by a few who screamed and
laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did.
I ran.
I got wet.
I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your
material possessions, they can take away
your money, and they can take away
your health.

But no one can ever take away your precious
memories...So, don't forget to make time
to take the opportunities to make memories every
day!

To everything there is a season and a time to
every purpose under heaven.

Author unknown

If the Earth Had a Soul....

2007-10-31T09:25:00.000Z

If the earth had a soul
(I've heard that it does)
How would she feel
To know that I've walked her hills
Climbed her rocks
Clawed for finger holds
In narrow crevices
Would she mind that I stopped in forest
To listen to the wind
Crackle through red autumn leaves
Felt them crumble
Beneath the soles of my feet
Would she understand
The gratitude I cannot speak
For holding deep to her heart
The dustings of they once dear to me
Now crumbled beneath steps of time
While I await what seems the slow
approach
Of our glad reunion, but which,
I being but a drop
And my life a half-breath
Will find me one instant
A soul of flesh and blood
And the next
A whip of dust
Drifting above fields of grain
Forgotten that once I thought and felt
Laughed and cried
Yearned for joy everlasting
Before I died

If the earth had a soul
(I know that it does)
Would it care that once I lived
And loved
Said my say
Bowed a white head
And went my way

Craig Franklin

Plant A Tree Beside My Grave....

2007-10-31T08:20:00.000Z

Plant a tree beside my grave
One to grow tall, and to give me shade

Let its root grow deep and wide
To pierce my tomb, and the dust inside

Send the rain to green the grass
That my tree may drink is all I ask

Souls are Gods, flesh goes to earth
With the spirit fled, dust has no worth

But webs of root compass me
I'm kin to life, symbiote to tree

Water runs the roots like veins
And their leaves stretch out to touch the rains

Dust will have no thought of toil
Saturating rain turns dust to soil

Life flows through, though doesn't stay
I hold it until I give it away

Craig Franklin

The Nymph of Loch Awe

2007-10-30T15:45:00.001Z

by Frederick William Pomeroy 1856-1924

Hope

2007-10-30T15:40:00.001Z

by George Frederic Watts 1817-1904

Lamment for Icarus

2007-10-30T15:37:00.001Z

by Herbert James Draper 1864-1920

Lady of Shalott

2007-10-30T15:33:00.001Z

by John William Waterhouse 1849-1917

Saint Eulalia 1885

2007-10-30T15:00:00.000Z

John William Waterhouse 1849-1917

Ebony Ark - Thorn of ice....

2007-10-29T07:30:00.000Z

In silence
While my soul is empty again
I feel your thorn with hate and love
Your shadow embrace my mind
Even my tears are dried

Why, why I'm feeling lost and
Why I feel ashamed
I, I would like to die to live in a dream
I feel the freezing breath
The cold inside me hurt
Deep within and I cannot bear this fear

And I close my eyes
No healing hand for me
This thorn of ice
Still makes me cry
Take a look at my shattered heart
I'm feeling nothing but a silent cry

In silence
While my soul is empty again
I feel your thorn with hate and love
Your shadow embrace my mind
Even my tear are dried

Why, why I'm feeling lost and
Why I feel ashamed
I, I would like to die to live in a dream
I feel the freezing breath
The cold inside me hurt
Deep within and I cannot bear this fear

And I close my eyes
No healing hand for me
This thorn of ice
Still makes me cry
Take a look at my shattered heart
I'm feeling nothing but a silent cry